Wow. The year’s passed so fast. I’ve learned so much about myself and others. I’ve regained my confidence to write and now I’m circling the midpoint of my novel. Last year, I kept talking about writing. Talking. Talking. Talking. 2014 saw me doing, and I’m proud of myself. In 2015, I will continue, continue, continue. Also, my children kept growing and expanding their minds, forcing me to keep up with a smile on my face and wonder in my eyes. In 2015, this will continue. 2014 saw my husband strive for his dreams and in 2015, the goal will be closer.

Wow. I cannot believe how lame I’ve been. I haven’t posted a blog entry in months. How can I desert (even temporarily) one of my creative outlets so blatantly? Forgive me, blog. I knew not what I did. Anyway, I’m sick and I’m spending the penultimate day of 2014 in bed. Most likely, tomorrow I’ll be doing the same (New Year’s Eve 2014). No worries. I’ll just watch a marathon of whatever’s on and flip back and forth to another year’s respective show until the ball drops as well as kiss my husband and kids and snore the rest of the night away.

Thankfully, my heater’s up and running again as it’s cold now (Well, California cold. I’ve grown acclimated to it after eleven years; so, yeah, it’s cold.) I’ll write a respective of 2014 tomorrow. It’s only fitting and on New Year’s Day, I’ll write my plans, goals, and wishes for the new year.

““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (NIV)

Bear with me. It’s been eighteen days since my last post. But, Fall is on the horizon (For Southern CA, that means late October-Early November. Ugh!)

No shame. I’m sipping on a pumpkin spice hot chocolate from Starbuck’s as I type. Even though, it’s warm outside, I caved in. Deliciousness abounds!

Tomorrow I start a fourteen-day teaching assignment. I’m excited and anxious at the same time. One never knows what the job holds. But, I’m a super trooper, so I’ll deal as I do.

I want some fall foliage now. Perhaps, I should jump in my tardis and get it done. Of course, I’d have to visit my hometown of Philadelphia; but, I could use the time to shop for some awesome equestrian boots.

Can you believe it’s September already? I do have a fondness for the “BER” months. They remind of going back to school, the first chill of Fall, Halloween, Thanksgiving, my birthday, and of course, Christmas. Through the good and bad, the “BER” months are the life staple of time I yearn for, and they’ve returned. Yay me!

With the arrival of the “BER” months, my blog can become active again. The summer was a drag and created a mind lull. Let’s get this party started!

Since yesterday, I’ve read countless self-appointed experts tell me and others how to speak up when your depression hits you or how to see the light at the end of the tunnel when it strikes. They’ve sung louder than those, like me, living with it. Have we not said our peace each day, only to have them ignore us or treat us like porcelain dolls without emotions?

Yes, speak to someone. Just make sure they don’t tell you that your emotions is the “sickness” talking, discounting the fact that you are still entitled to feelings. If I’m angry, it’s not necessarily the mania or depression. I’m probably pissed off from the patronizing you’re dishing out. If I’m sad, it’s not necessarily my disorder. Perhaps, I saw a sad movie or listened to a sad song and don’t feel like sharing why I’m crying.

But, on the other hand, when we need your help, your support, just be there. Don’t pretend to know more about our illness than we do, or retort psychobabble we’ve endured before. Just listen. Just listen.